Adding in the four incomplete roots I've grasped—Dream, Ocean, Evil, Life—patching them together into a cobbled‑together "full root" version of myself, this time I really do have the right to shout that Number 1 is nothing to be afraid of.
And what's even more delightful is that, after years of insane expansion, the Cleaners' footsteps have already spread across the present world and the surrounding subsidiary planes. With the pure essence of the Pure White Holy Mother's root added in, the day when the present world is stitched back into one whole is already just around the corner.
Opening the badge panel and glancing at the string of parsing‑rate numbers under [Materialism], all over 95%, a thick surge of anticipation inevitably surfaced in Leon's eyes.
